Like most kids, my favorite time of year is Christmas time. I don't understand why Thanksgiving is so great, and I can't wait until it's over because that means it's almost time for Christmas. That's the time of year when it snows, and people play happy music and decorate their houses and people are in a good mood. Most importantly, though, it's the time of year when Santa comes to my house and leaves me a bunch of cool presents...or so I thought, until yesterday, when I got home from school and my own parents practically took a steaming poo on my face. I came home to this...
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
-George Steiner
Reminds me of a Kevin Bloody Wilson song (but can't post it here - too offensive)
